Accidentally Booking My Billionaire Ex

Summary

It was pouring rain tonight.

I stood on the curb, holding my soundly sleeping son in my arms, waiting for the Uber I had booked.

Soon, a car pulled up right in front of me.

I didn't know why, but the car looked vaguely familiar.

But… it was black, and the license plate ended in 88.

This had to be it!

I dashed through the heavy rain, opening the door and sliding into the backseat in one fluid motion.

Except… the moment I got inside, something felt off.

The interior was absurdly luxurious. You absolutely couldn't get a car like this for anything less than a couple hundred grand!